Time - John Parr

I live in a world where anything is vacuum On this earth I wander I live where everybody is uncertain My mother created me Then she killed me I live in hell whe

A little spiky ball The lost souls Some f**kin' bloody junkies And them greedy spirit In this s**tty city Yes we have eaten Satan's fruit In the hollow hand of

I put my hand on your stocking, I was movin' nice and slow Let my fingers do the walking, and there ain't far to go Don't tell me "I don't wanna be a girl like